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Blackpool 16th October 2006
New Order. Blackpool 16th October 2006.
Having missed a classic gig the previous Wednesday at Newcastle, it’s safe to say I was well looking forward to this gig. Unlike the previous week I had the whole week off work to get into the party atmosphere of both Blackpool and Glasgow. The Corby Order arrived in Blackpool around 5 I think and arrangements had already been made that the Viking contingent were all meeting in a pub called the Green Room, this was due to Adam Colgan who was once a native. Blackpool is a pretty lively shithole, a typical seaside town with plenty of neds hanging around the place, as well as too many strip clubs. (several of which I had the pleasure of visiting in my youthful days and throwing good money after breasts) The pub itself was a couple of hundred yards from the venue itself, which is always handy for the ease of us staggering in at five to nine.
DoN, Nick King, Ness and Mrs Manic.
Maya & Jem
By the time we had arrived there were already a good few Vikings already onto their umpteenth pint. We basically had one area of the pub as you walk in the door, faces already red with alcohol included Greg & Ness, DoN, Al, Maya & Johnny, PHD, Alex, Bonzette, Missy Jem, Dave Legge, Nick King, German Danny (with his stookie) Royser, Adam, Mad Darren, Jeanette, Colin, Mr & Mrs Frads, Gary and Gordy with several turning up at different times of the progressing evening, Johnny Giles, Mr & Mrs Manic, JT & Lucy, Steve, Ted Baker and the Salford Red, Barney Army, Boatraceface, Rocket Mick and DigiMike, Rathbones and Minx to mention but a few.
JT & Jem
I spent ages catching up with everyone, Danny was the only German over for the gig this time, as Matthias and Norbert were saving their pennies for Glasgow, poor ole Danny was in a cast and has to go for another operation next week on his leg, you’d have thought the Germans would have mastered their goalscoring techniques by now! The Viking badges were again flying out of our hands and everyone seemed suitably impressed by our latest effort, though Al couldn’t believe how quickly they all went. A few of the jessies headed out for something to eat, but it’s very rare you catch me doing that when there’s beers to be drunk and stories to be told.
Danny German Order
Corby Order
Poof Shop Boys. Rocket and DigiMike
Liverpool’s Summer Pops fiasco was mentioned again, that gig will go down in folklore for the amount of people who were either thrown out or warned several times or started trouble with the police, but we all had a good laugh about it. PHD said the coppers there were all a bunch of cunts and JT stressed in equally strong language that he wouldnae ever go back to Liverpool. JT’s better half Lucy was sporting the new fassion accessory, A Vikings vest, as Mike kept the number of these new t-shirts to a limited few, Lucy has the only vest version, so she was very amused when everyone kept asking for a picture of her tits.
Lucy Viking
PHD
Nick King was on his fourth packet of fags already, whilst I was languishing behind on my second packet, then Al started an argument about who smoked the most, apparently one of the Darlo Order is also as mad as Nick when it comes to smoking. Dave Legge has now officially been renamed Son Of Jarvo, thanks to me and Uncly John winding him up about his shiny bonce, boisterous nature and an unhealthy obsession with things that are bad for you. He used to be such a quiet lad you know.
JG, DoN, Dave Legge, DigiMike & Al
Bonz with Salford Red and Barney Army
As the evening wore on the pub was being filled by more and more of us and we were now taking over the rest of the pub, there were a good few new faces who we all introduced ourselves to, and one lad that Jarvo introduced me to was on his 103rd gig! Fucking nuts! Barney Army was in jovial mood as he taunted me about the Mancy lads lucky victory over us at Old Trafford, the third time he was baiting me was in the bogs, whilst another Manc was in there with us (and also joining in) after a couple of minutes of banter, a voice came from the cubicle saying “Yer not too big to have yer head stuck down this bog” It seems Uncle John was listening on intently. Fookin classic moment! Obviously this occurred two days before we gubbed Benfica, so it’ll be interesting to see if we can do the Mancs at home and top the group. I also have to mention that my cockney Bruv DoN also took great delight in winding us up, but DoN is one of the few that would actually like to see us qualify as well, so fair play bruv.
With me Cockney Bruv DoN.
Greg, Ness & Johnny Giles
Another we met for the first time was Michael (who’s from Middlesbro not Sunderland) he posts as Boatraceface and was a bit wary of crowds of us, so I pointed Jarvo in his direction at the bar (where Al was going to claim a pint off him) and Al did the formalities taking him around to meet everyone. There were a good few people taking pictures for posterity as you can see throughout this story, so cheers to all those whose pictures I have stolen. From memory I think Section 25 supported and a good few of the crowd that were with us disappeared for that. From reading my continual shite on here, ye’s will already know that a good few of us just stay at the pub till the last minute for the Order.
Shug & Michael (BRF)
As usual that’s what we did again, just having time to get the beers in as “For a few dollars more” sounded over the PA. We made it down to the front at the side just in time for the band taking the stage. Impeccable timing as always. For a change we held back for Crystal as we me and John still had two full pints in our hands, we quickly scoffed one and headed straight to Lorraine who had already secured her spot on the barrier just in front of Hooky. Regret kicked off and the beer that we were holding had disintegrated quicker than Rocket Mick’s hairline as the place erupted, as usual everywehere you looked or fell into, there was another of yer pals, grown men with the look of delight punching the air and jumping up and down like demented weans.
The band seemed to be in good spirits, but the sound inside the venue wasn’t the greatest, it wasn’t as bad as some people have made out on the site though. Who’s Joe was up next and there were a good few people wondering what the fuck was going on, they were amazed they were being treated to this, the dancing calmed but the air punching increased as people joined in with the chorus. I have to say the crowd were better than Bournemouth the previous week, the crushing at times was mental, but this could also be because the place was bigger and also packed.
Ceremony always gets a mental rush of people down the front, and there was no exception this time, Hooky wandered from left to right on the front of the stage staring down and laughing at the mayhem below, by now the rest of my beer had either been drunk or spilt and already I needed another! These Days that old Joy Division classic was next up and again this was greeted by semi-euphoria, there was also a competition of who could pogo themselves the highest, pure madness again as the band hammered their way through it, clearly one of the highlights of the show as was 24 Hours which was re-introduced much to our delight, the old buggers are clearly playing with us! I can’t remember too much about Krafty. Thankfully the crowd got a breather and I was given artistic license to spark up a cigarette, yep, it was time for WFTSC. The Vikings at the gigs now have me sussed as they know instinctively this is my first fag break. I also handed a couple out to a couple of unknown faces at the front, my words were simple “Keep yer heads down and blow the smoke downwards” otherwise you run the risk of being booted by security. Then it was KW1, so I am guessing I was at the bar and having another fag break. The previous gig at Newcastle had seen the band debut Guilt Is A Useless Emotion, so I was delighted when they decided to play it again at this gig, to me it didnae sound half as clear as the Newcastle version (which we listened to in the car on the way up) but nevertheless it was still good to hear it in person, rather than 30 second snippets down a phone from Al and Tim.
Time for the Holy Trinity, well it would have been during any other tour, but so far on this tour the band have dropped True Faith (which they did again tonight) people clearly have mixed emotions with this being dropped, but it’s good to shake the set-list about from time to time. BLT saw Barney giving his daft dance and praying on his knee’s during the concert, this is particularly enjoyed by the ladies in the audience as several flashes go off in front of us. Temptation is the daddy of them all though and clearly the crowds enjoy this the most, not only for their singing along but for the crush at the front of the stage whenever this song starts, the only other song greeted by as much madness tends to be LWTUA.
From Temptation it was onto the segued The Perfect Kiss and Blue Monday. TPK started and all I saw was a baldy cannonball whittle past me in the guise of Rocket Mick, clearly very emotional to be hearing this classic live again. The same couldnae be said about DigiMike when Blue Monday kicked off. Then they were off. I remember me and John saying that we hoped there would be another surprise, the band come back on stage and the next thing you know, Turn is re-introduced after not being played at the last few gigs. We went fucking mental when that started, just a small thing at times keeps us happy.
Unfortunately there is still no fecking Age Of Consent or Sunrise to keep the old guard happy.
Doesnae matter how loud we shout for Age Of Consent….
We were treated to Shadowplay and LWTUA as the last couple of songs again. Not what we were after but better than a kick up the arse. More lively than the encore was the sight of Alex flying past me at the end of the gig clearly irate, I noticed security rushing over so me and John instinctively grabbed Alex, he was having none of it though as he battled his way past another few people. It appears someone took a pop at him, for reasons which were explained but I was that drunk I have already forgotten. Never a dull moment when yer at a New Order gig. We said our goodbyes after a five minute chat with most of the usual faces outside. As soon as I reached the car, I was asleep and woke up upon entering Corby, I took a fair bit of grief from John over this. As always thanks to all the old guard and all the new faces who made the effort for this gig, great craic in the pub and the gig wasnae too bad either. Massive thanks to John & Lorraine for the driving duties again! That’s yer lot till I can be arsed with the Glagow review.
NU ORDAH.
Having missed a classic gig the previous Wednesday at Newcastle, it’s safe to say I was well looking forward to this gig. Unlike the previous week I had the whole week off work to get into the party atmosphere of both Blackpool and Glasgow. The Corby Order arrived in Blackpool around 5 I think and arrangements had already been made that the Viking contingent were all meeting in a pub called the Green Room, this was due to Adam Colgan who was once a native. Blackpool is a pretty lively shithole, a typical seaside town with plenty of neds hanging around the place, as well as too many strip clubs. (several of which I had the pleasure of visiting in my youthful days and throwing good money after breasts) The pub itself was a couple of hundred yards from the venue itself, which is always handy for the ease of us staggering in at five to nine.
DoN, Nick King, Ness and Mrs Manic.
Maya & Jem
By the time we had arrived there were already a good few Vikings already onto their umpteenth pint. We basically had one area of the pub as you walk in the door, faces already red with alcohol included Greg & Ness, DoN, Al, Maya & Johnny, PHD, Alex, Bonzette, Missy Jem, Dave Legge, Nick King, German Danny (with his stookie) Royser, Adam, Mad Darren, Jeanette, Colin, Mr & Mrs Frads, Gary and Gordy with several turning up at different times of the progressing evening, Johnny Giles, Mr & Mrs Manic, JT & Lucy, Steve, Ted Baker and the Salford Red, Barney Army, Boatraceface, Rocket Mick and DigiMike, Rathbones and Minx to mention but a few.
JT & Jem
I spent ages catching up with everyone, Danny was the only German over for the gig this time, as Matthias and Norbert were saving their pennies for Glasgow, poor ole Danny was in a cast and has to go for another operation next week on his leg, you’d have thought the Germans would have mastered their goalscoring techniques by now! The Viking badges were again flying out of our hands and everyone seemed suitably impressed by our latest effort, though Al couldn’t believe how quickly they all went. A few of the jessies headed out for something to eat, but it’s very rare you catch me doing that when there’s beers to be drunk and stories to be told.
Danny German Order
Corby Order
Poof Shop Boys. Rocket and DigiMike
Liverpool’s Summer Pops fiasco was mentioned again, that gig will go down in folklore for the amount of people who were either thrown out or warned several times or started trouble with the police, but we all had a good laugh about it. PHD said the coppers there were all a bunch of cunts and JT stressed in equally strong language that he wouldnae ever go back to Liverpool. JT’s better half Lucy was sporting the new fassion accessory, A Vikings vest, as Mike kept the number of these new t-shirts to a limited few, Lucy has the only vest version, so she was very amused when everyone kept asking for a picture of her tits.
Lucy Viking
PHD
Nick King was on his fourth packet of fags already, whilst I was languishing behind on my second packet, then Al started an argument about who smoked the most, apparently one of the Darlo Order is also as mad as Nick when it comes to smoking. Dave Legge has now officially been renamed Son Of Jarvo, thanks to me and Uncly John winding him up about his shiny bonce, boisterous nature and an unhealthy obsession with things that are bad for you. He used to be such a quiet lad you know.
JG, DoN, Dave Legge, DigiMike & Al
Bonz with Salford Red and Barney Army
As the evening wore on the pub was being filled by more and more of us and we were now taking over the rest of the pub, there were a good few new faces who we all introduced ourselves to, and one lad that Jarvo introduced me to was on his 103rd gig! Fucking nuts! Barney Army was in jovial mood as he taunted me about the Mancy lads lucky victory over us at Old Trafford, the third time he was baiting me was in the bogs, whilst another Manc was in there with us (and also joining in) after a couple of minutes of banter, a voice came from the cubicle saying “Yer not too big to have yer head stuck down this bog” It seems Uncle John was listening on intently. Fookin classic moment! Obviously this occurred two days before we gubbed Benfica, so it’ll be interesting to see if we can do the Mancs at home and top the group. I also have to mention that my cockney Bruv DoN also took great delight in winding us up, but DoN is one of the few that would actually like to see us qualify as well, so fair play bruv.
With me Cockney Bruv DoN.
Greg, Ness & Johnny Giles
Another we met for the first time was Michael (who’s from Middlesbro not Sunderland) he posts as Boatraceface and was a bit wary of crowds of us, so I pointed Jarvo in his direction at the bar (where Al was going to claim a pint off him) and Al did the formalities taking him around to meet everyone. There were a good few people taking pictures for posterity as you can see throughout this story, so cheers to all those whose pictures I have stolen. From memory I think Section 25 supported and a good few of the crowd that were with us disappeared for that. From reading my continual shite on here, ye’s will already know that a good few of us just stay at the pub till the last minute for the Order.
Shug & Michael (BRF)
As usual that’s what we did again, just having time to get the beers in as “For a few dollars more” sounded over the PA. We made it down to the front at the side just in time for the band taking the stage. Impeccable timing as always. For a change we held back for Crystal as we me and John still had two full pints in our hands, we quickly scoffed one and headed straight to Lorraine who had already secured her spot on the barrier just in front of Hooky. Regret kicked off and the beer that we were holding had disintegrated quicker than Rocket Mick’s hairline as the place erupted, as usual everywehere you looked or fell into, there was another of yer pals, grown men with the look of delight punching the air and jumping up and down like demented weans.
The band seemed to be in good spirits, but the sound inside the venue wasn’t the greatest, it wasn’t as bad as some people have made out on the site though. Who’s Joe was up next and there were a good few people wondering what the fuck was going on, they were amazed they were being treated to this, the dancing calmed but the air punching increased as people joined in with the chorus. I have to say the crowd were better than Bournemouth the previous week, the crushing at times was mental, but this could also be because the place was bigger and also packed.
Ceremony always gets a mental rush of people down the front, and there was no exception this time, Hooky wandered from left to right on the front of the stage staring down and laughing at the mayhem below, by now the rest of my beer had either been drunk or spilt and already I needed another! These Days that old Joy Division classic was next up and again this was greeted by semi-euphoria, there was also a competition of who could pogo themselves the highest, pure madness again as the band hammered their way through it, clearly one of the highlights of the show as was 24 Hours which was re-introduced much to our delight, the old buggers are clearly playing with us! I can’t remember too much about Krafty. Thankfully the crowd got a breather and I was given artistic license to spark up a cigarette, yep, it was time for WFTSC. The Vikings at the gigs now have me sussed as they know instinctively this is my first fag break. I also handed a couple out to a couple of unknown faces at the front, my words were simple “Keep yer heads down and blow the smoke downwards” otherwise you run the risk of being booted by security. Then it was KW1, so I am guessing I was at the bar and having another fag break. The previous gig at Newcastle had seen the band debut Guilt Is A Useless Emotion, so I was delighted when they decided to play it again at this gig, to me it didnae sound half as clear as the Newcastle version (which we listened to in the car on the way up) but nevertheless it was still good to hear it in person, rather than 30 second snippets down a phone from Al and Tim.
Time for the Holy Trinity, well it would have been during any other tour, but so far on this tour the band have dropped True Faith (which they did again tonight) people clearly have mixed emotions with this being dropped, but it’s good to shake the set-list about from time to time. BLT saw Barney giving his daft dance and praying on his knee’s during the concert, this is particularly enjoyed by the ladies in the audience as several flashes go off in front of us. Temptation is the daddy of them all though and clearly the crowds enjoy this the most, not only for their singing along but for the crush at the front of the stage whenever this song starts, the only other song greeted by as much madness tends to be LWTUA.
From Temptation it was onto the segued The Perfect Kiss and Blue Monday. TPK started and all I saw was a baldy cannonball whittle past me in the guise of Rocket Mick, clearly very emotional to be hearing this classic live again. The same couldnae be said about DigiMike when Blue Monday kicked off. Then they were off. I remember me and John saying that we hoped there would be another surprise, the band come back on stage and the next thing you know, Turn is re-introduced after not being played at the last few gigs. We went fucking mental when that started, just a small thing at times keeps us happy.
Unfortunately there is still no fecking Age Of Consent or Sunrise to keep the old guard happy.
Doesnae matter how loud we shout for Age Of Consent….
We were treated to Shadowplay and LWTUA as the last couple of songs again. Not what we were after but better than a kick up the arse. More lively than the encore was the sight of Alex flying past me at the end of the gig clearly irate, I noticed security rushing over so me and John instinctively grabbed Alex, he was having none of it though as he battled his way past another few people. It appears someone took a pop at him, for reasons which were explained but I was that drunk I have already forgotten. Never a dull moment when yer at a New Order gig. We said our goodbyes after a five minute chat with most of the usual faces outside. As soon as I reached the car, I was asleep and woke up upon entering Corby, I took a fair bit of grief from John over this. As always thanks to all the old guard and all the new faces who made the effort for this gig, great craic in the pub and the gig wasnae too bad either. Massive thanks to John & Lorraine for the driving duties again! That’s yer lot till I can be arsed with the Glagow review.
NU ORDAH.